Nuriel
March 9 - 1:22 PM
Out in the Snow
Somewhere Outside Rocky Mountain, Columbia
She had been silent for quite a bit. The preparation, the helicopter ride. This was the behavior she was most commonly known for when going on missions, as if surrounded by a cold, impenetrable barrier which isolated her in self-imposed loneliness. The sankta meant to be disagreeable to no one however, she simply sought to gather herself and have enough peace of mind to carry out the job she had been given. The responsibilities bestowed upon her further required her to achieve a semblance of inner-peace, that, she knew all too well.
It's a cruel thing really, to try to will yourself into acting, to tell yourself that now isn't the time to remember the past or be afraid, yet your body refuses to move, all your mind does is freeze, and you are ultimately left as a pile of anguished and desperate pleas for help.
Yet no one can help you, not even those who try to pick you up and snap you out of it.
It had happened to her before, and she felt that if she didn't take the proper measures, it might occur to her again.
But Nuriel had tried her best to prepare herself for this day. Even if she couldn't get to know her teammates as much as she wanted during that night at the bar, having spent some time with them to understand their personality and characters had given Nuriel a little bit of a boost knowing who you'll be fighting alongside with is important, isn't it? Her having accomplished that small feat made her feel slightly more confident as someone who was qualified for the job Sarah had given her.
Of course, a single night isn't going to be as effective as entire weeks or months spent together, but it was a start.
However, the time for introspection had run out, and the time for her trial had come.
"We are good."Originally Posted by Jessica
Well, she was ready, but most of her squad appeared to be as well. None needed the same kind of 'treatment' that Gravemoss had received, and Sting looked quite a lot better than when he had first reported in this morning. Nuriel had to wonder what Director Muelsyse had done to him, but well, as long as it worked, she felt there was no need to pursue such queries.
The sankta hopped off from the chopper, naturally taking a bit to find her balance in the snow since she had a huge cleaver dangling off her back, alongside a few extra layers of clothing over her cassock-dress. The moment her feet dug into the snow, an old pain gnawed at her body, one that she faced every night in her dreams. The scars from the wounds she had sustained burned, and for a moment the people moving out of the helicopter looked like old, familiar figures. It was but a fleeting illusion, from which Nuriel woke up instantly, yet that brief 'dream' was enough to leave her reminiscing for a moment.
"I can't let them down again..."
Neither those who were already gone, nor those who were still alive in the present. She had to be strong.